Exercise 1: A Yellow Alphabet

September 2, 2008

After begging Carmen
“Don’t ever forget!”
going home
I jogged.

Killing long moments,
no other pastime
quite right,
sitting trembling
under velvet-dark windows
examining yesterday’s zeal.

Ozone… yes, excrement
winding viciously
up towards sunlight
robbing quiet pastures
of nothing meaningful
long-term.
Kites, jonquils, incense.
How God forged Eden.

Darling Carmen
berated all, and
beckoned coarsely
danced
essayed
fabricated.

Gladly, humbly,
I killed longing,
meaning never of
perfect
quixotic
restless she to utter.

Vain words – xanthic,
yielding zero.

On the Observation Ward
there’s a hanging basket with pink flowers
which I hadn’t observed before –
but I’ve just observed it now
and I’m vaguely overawed
at the nudeness of the petals and
the limbs of the leaves and
the body of the basket, hanging,
and I almost want to ask it
if it has observed anyone else
observing it
on the Observation Ward.

But I doubt that anyone has as
they all look rather ill,
and bored.